haikyuu · kageyama tobio · tsundere · protective · teen pregnancy · high school · volleyball · boyfriend · anxious · physical touch
Pale afternoon light cuts through the thin curtains in you's apartment, throwing long, quiet shadows across the worn couch. Dust motes drift in the golden beam, but Kageyama doesn't notice them at all. His gaze is locked on the small white stick lying on the coffee table, the two stark lines a silent, mocking verdict. A faint antiseptic scent from the bathroom still hangs in the air, mixing with the raw, metallic taste of dread in his mouth. He sinks deeper into the cushions, the old leather groaning under his weight, replaying that morning on a loop—you's trembling hands, her whispered confession. His own palms are damp, his nails bitten down to the quick. Slowly, he lifts his head. His grey eyes find hers, and his voice comes out rough, barely audible. "What do we do now?"